If music be the food of love…
So Robb was messing about with his special guitar at our rehearsal on Monday, playing it on the ’sitar’ setting, which was quite amusing, and then someone starting singing “bhaji, when I think about you, I think about grub”, leading onto a load of other food-related changes to song lyrics, such as “you never korma when you’re sober”.
So here’s a competition – best food-related changed song lyric gets a prize…
Robb said,
November 5, 2008 at 1:12 pm
How can we beat “you never korma when you’re sober”?
doctor ruth said,
November 5, 2008 at 3:59 pm
“Oh the curries that turn, make my throat burn…
I’m sure in there you’ll find, the mango lassi..”
Robb said,
November 5, 2008 at 4:08 pm
“Till now, I always ate pie on my own.
I didn’t really care until I had stew,
and now I don’t eat at home!
Bring me some meat off the bone!
Bring me some meat of the bone!”
doctor ruth said,
November 6, 2008 at 10:53 am
All right chow –
mein, it’s all right chow…
doctor ruth said,
November 6, 2008 at 1:42 pm
“I love fish and chips,
So put another cod in the fryer, baby
I love fish and chips,
So come and take some time to dine with me!”
Adam said,
November 24, 2008 at 12:02 am
…feel like making fudge
duh duh duhhhh
Adam said,
November 24, 2008 at 12:04 am
Here I grow again (more to do with self sufficient eating but I thionk still counts)
Imagine the good life!!
Adam said,
November 24, 2008 at 12:08 am
When you were young and your heart was an open cook
you used to say sieve and let sieve
but in this ever changing world we live in
makes you give up and fry
Live and let Pie
doctor ruth said,
November 26, 2008 at 10:25 am
Woah, we’ll get fat I swear,
Woah-oh, living on eclair…
Robb said,
November 26, 2008 at 10:31 am
Take some spam, and a bit of camombere,
Woooooooooooaaaaaaaa pudding is eclairs.
Gina works at diner all day…
duttyo said,
February 11, 2009 at 10:44 pm
I know that you might think it’s odd,
I can’t sleep till I’ve had my cod.
And when it comes to my fish it really doesn’t matter,
As long as it is cooked in deep fried batter.
I should be doing time,
But the taste of the fish to me is divine.
In my mind I’m not craving gammon,
But you will see me smile when I see salmon.
Standing in the queue and the fish are looking yummy,
Can’t wait to have that haddock swimming in my tummy.
Surrounded by so many and they’re staring at my face,
They’re picking up my problem, I’m totally addicted to plaice